Monday, June 3, 2013

An affair to remember

There goes my train
puffing smoke that fogs the sight
that has already been blurred with tears
and I can only hear the urgency in the whistle

I know it wont wait for me
nor will it remember I travelled along
leaving a trace with every stroke of hand
as it chugged with my mind like it could listen

windows pass by like frames of a camera
showing glimpses of each memory
familiar sounds and smells will stay
for time and again to glisten

I got in an aimless wanderer
found my anchor in there
it has to offload me now
and again I am without a mission

Every night in bed henceforth
I will feel the cradling if I sleep
Life is but standstill without
that'll be the only rhyme and reason